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politics, but she's pretty fabulous, so who gives a damn?"
(Tenured Radical)

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

SNAPSHOTS FROM HOME


UD Is Not Alone


Every time UD sees a big photograph of Dr Phil smiling at her from advertising posters all over the Washington Metro system, she reaches for her pen. She intends to sketch and inscribe a broad range of defacements and obscenities.

But then she notices - in every corridor and in every station - the eye of a security camera watching her, and yea, she sayeth unto you, she trembleth. And putteth away her penneth.

Yet how precious did that grace appear to UD just yesterday, when, on her way out of the Friendship Heights Metro station, again with trembling pen in hand, she looked upon Dr Phil and saw that someone had beaten her to it.

Dr Phil's eyes had been made bloodshot by a bright red marker; thick dribble ranneth over his chin.

There are certain charged moments in every life, moments when the dark curtain of existence lifts to reveal the sunlit kinship of kindred souls. Yesterday was one of those moments.
Posted at: 10/06/2004 10:14:00 AM